#bebexclyde

[cringesouthparkfan420]

For my au I’ll obviously use ships I love (creek, Kenjorine, weidi, etc) but I’m also thinking abt using ones I like (stendyle) or ones that just go w the story line (bebexclyde) or cannon (nicholextolkien) but idk what else to do. I also don’t know what charecters to add. I have the main 14 charecters but idk if I should add more like the goths or if I should just make and add some ocs🤨🤨🤨🤨

[southpark-collegeau]

She said yes

[thosemuses]

Fallen Star || Bebe & Clyde

@quirk-magnet

Clyde had loved that stupid star on his arm for so long, happy it had been in a place that was easy to see. When he’d turned sixteen he’d started wearing tank tops whenever he could to show it off, knowing that someone would see it and soon he wouldn’t be just him. He’d have a partner. But no one had had his mark. Everyone seemed to find someone…Kyle and Eric which was a total no brainer. Stan Marsh his quarter back had even found his in the mute kid. Hell even his own best friend Craig had claimed he’d found the match to his mark, though he never did say who it was. Though both his and Kenny McCormick’s absenses had started to line up more often then not.

But no one had had Clyde’s star. And as the year wore on he went back to his letterman jacket, hiding the mark that no one had the match to…

“How can you not be disappointed? I’m not going to be the star you deserve now…I’m just…some dumb ass with a leg that doesn’t work.” He huffed out a breath and looked down at the lump of sheets that he’d covered his injured leg with. The nurses kept complaining and removing them so the metal ring around him wasn’t disturbed but he didn’t like looking at it.

The brunette colored at the kiss to the back of his hand, laughing softly if not a touch bitterly. “At least you wouldn’t have to be nursing one of the other guys back from the dead…but…I’ve been hoping my whole life it would be you Bebe…”

Chancing a look at the door, she decided to the hell with it. If the nurses gave her trouble, she’d pull the soul mate card. Standing up, she pulled the curtain around Clyde’s bed and crawled into the side that didn’t have his injury. Sitting up so she was facing him, she poked him lightly in the chest and said, “You’re all the star I’ve ever needed, Clyde. Not the football player and not the guy who had the connections.”

“All I ever wanted was someone who saw past all the makeup and glitz and just saw me... and you do. Better than everyone else other than Dallas and Wendy.” Smoothing the area where she had poked him, she kept her voice soft as she said, “I don’t mind the injury. There are other things you can do beyond the football.”

Leaning forward so she was close to him, she lay her head on her shoulder and gave a little sigh of relief. Tracing the pattern of Clyde’s gown, she said, “I’m glad it’s you too... I think that’s why I was so sad when I found out you had a mark and I didn’t. I didn’t want it to be anyone else.” She looked up into his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Why would I? I had someone who was so sweet to me that of course he had to belong to someone else.”

“Because anyone would’ve been lucky to be yours. Anyone.”